No one wants to be forgotten; everyone wants some sort of legacy, a mark they leave behind as they exit this life for whatever lies beyond.
And for as long as there has been death, there have been monuments — whether austere or understated, abstract or concrete, prominent or tucked away in private — erected by the ones they loved to assure that remembrance, at least for a time.
Some of the best albums and artists were born out of happy accidents owed to varying degrees of early suckage — the perfect note or chord for a song found by missing the one you are aiming for, failed mimicry of an idol bearing something entirely new and great instead.
The Tequila Songbirds have become just as beloved as about any group around these parts. And how could they not?
Featuring a revolving cast of the Sooner State’s most badass female performers, it’s a power hour of some of the best songwriting coming out of central Oklahoma. Sure, they might not technically be family, but they are clearly a band of sisters all the same, bonded by the same brand of whiskey running through their veins.
"Overproduced" is a term thrown around all too indiscreetly nowadays, usually applied when the thing that sticks out about a song or album is how it sounds rather than how it is constructed. Yet some of the most compelling albums ever crafted embodied a certain aesthetic that was just as skillfully and meticulously put together as any Bob Dylan or Miles Davis record — which is to say production is as crucial to our enjoyment of music as much as anything else; it's also the most overlooked.
Indie rock has been in a good place as of late. Not caring about being cool is the new cool, and a couple of dudes on guitar, bass and drums can make catchy, earworm songs without being armed to the gills with computer software and vintage synthesizers.
What with last week’s 2011 retrospective, the holiday season and all, I’ve recently
lagged behind in posting local music videos. Important lesson learned: It’s
dangerous falling back of OKC’s creative folk, as they just continue to pump
new stuff out by the hour.
For starters, Delo Creative (the dudes behind Change Yr Life OKC) have a new series
they’ve dubbed “Be Nice to Your Kids” (BNTYK, for short), which they christened
with a pair of videos of The Boom Bang playing in a dirty men’s room. For
whatever reason, it just makes sense. Watch “Vietnomnomnom” and “Sugar Ray
More exciting though are these two energetic vids from post-punk-rockers Chud,
who cover themselves in glowing paint while they tear through “Handsome
Vampires” and “Control, Alt, Complete.” Something shatters near the end of the
latter song. What it is, who knows? Check back soon for a BNTYK session with
Also, I’d be remiss to neglect this nutso Flaming Lips cover of John Lennon’s
nutso classic “I Am the Walrus,” also shot by Delo. NYE is coming, folks, and
rumors abound of Beatles covers for the visiting Mrs. Ono. Watch Steven Drozd
completely lose his mind, below.
If you missed this ridiculous Zane LaRue-shot Chrome Pony video for “Christmas
Babes,” his contribution to the Blackwatch Christmas album,
then I pity you.
Also, Nathan Poppe snuck into Blackwatch Studios to do this simple, elegant one-shot of
Beau Jennings covering Woody Guthrie’s lone Christmas song, assisted by the
awesomely-bearded Daniel Foulks. This winsome beauty’s called “1913 Massacre”
and it makes “Blue Christmas” sound about as happy as “Super Bass.”